Who am I and what have you done with this blog?

At night mind strays out of thought, and memory, jounreying to that undiscovered country. The royal road is laid before us, but whether it takes us deeper into ourselves, or towards the Emrald City, we may never know. The first step is also the last, life coming full circle, the first has become the last, and it as all over too soon.

We run out of time, through time, and with time, it unfolds all and reveals all, or so they say. But in the end (when the earth burns and all passes away), some have lived, and others not (and this they pass on), but then all die, the final threshold, and cowards are made or broken. See, forth comes the plae horse, and then we sleep.

Forth springs dreams, dreams, the musical thoughts, and only the fat man is awake. There are more things in heaven and earth than one can count with the voices of a thousand generations, and all our numbers end with the product of six and nine, the last great step for mankind.

The leap of faith sends us forth, and wretched are those who say farewell at the darkness; yet for three days the sun did not shine, and then there was light, and it was good. The only good, not idleness, but that which is true, verily, that which is Truth, for all possibilities are gone, and only the improbable truth remains.

May the road rise up to meet you and the songs of a thousand angels sing you to sleep.